“Just get whores,” said his mate. “It’s much cheaper… “
Well, yeah… but his girlfriend’s a keeper…
Right from their first screw…
He’d said “Alright for you?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Fuck me harder and deeper!”
Tag: whores
Accept
He proposed, and her tender heart leapt…
Rich and handsome… a great catch, except
That he drank to excess,
Gambled, whored too… and yes,
She did know of the mistress he kept.
Value for money
Said a species of sexual scholar,
“Look always for sex amidst squalor:
The lower class whore
Is inclined to do more,
Hence one gets much more sex for one’s dollar.”
Fire sale
Girls lined up, to be poked and perused,
Madam touting ways each might be used…
“Step up boys! Class A whores!
Fifty bucks, this one’s yours!
Forty? Thirty? No offer refused!”
Slumming it
He frequents the slums, tenement housing,
Quite dangerous, yet so arousing!
Teen mothers, young whores,
Lounging, sluttish at doors…
Never buying, of course, only browsing!
Needs must
The crown prince, being not yet enthroned,
Could of course, still, not be just disowned…
That he rooted with whores
Tolerated because
It must be, though of course not condoned.
Living the dream
Fucking’s better than porn, like, more real,
Though wives don’t shout “fuck me” and squeal,
And hookers look bored…
Like this woman.. Good lord!
What, if anything does this whore feel?
Whores and whisky
A post-coital cigar… smug, content.
An expensive whore… worth ev’ry cent!
Pretty, young, highly skilled…
He’d come twice… rather thrilled!
Whores and whisky… all money well spent!
Gullible
She was better without him, the rat!
He drank, gambled, screwed whores, and all that,
And he beat her up too…
But he loved her, she knew…
When he rooted her, like, first he spat.
Common sense
“Look”, he said. “Darling don’t take offence…
It just comes down to dollars and cents.
Better just to fuck whores,
And not marry, because
Children, schooling… All needless expense!”